Six hundred and fifty-one reviews! WOW! I love it! You all...you mean the world to me, and I am happy that you all love this story enough to leave me love. Even if you all don't agree with some of the things my version of Bella and Edward do, you all have stuck with me. I promise you all, there is going to some tears coming up, and some serious angry Mobward and Moblisle to come. I need to get a few fluffy things out of the way first.

Here is the face to face with Edward and Bella, I hope you like it, and I hope that some of her actions are explained. There is even a little make up lemon for ya!

BPOV

The feeling of my body shivering stirred me from my sleep. Not ready to wake up, I fumbled my arms down my mattress in search of my blanket. My hand found nothing though, where the hell was that damn blanket? How the hell did it get so cold here? And when did my mattress become so plushy? And then it hit me!

Checking my mail...seeing Edward...running into Emmett...running from Jasper...Felix locking his in a vice grip with his arms! My eyes fly open and I bolt straight up. My eyes scann my surroundings. A hotel room. My eyes land on the desk where I see Edwards suit coat draped over the back of the chair, his shoes laying next to the desk.

I look down at myself and I am still in my yoga pants and baby doll shirt from when I left the club. My hoodie and shoes are laying next to the couch across from the bed. I was still shivering, so I get up and and walk over to the couch and grabbed my hoodie. I walk back over to the bed and sit on the edge. Running my hand through my hair I think to myself that there is no way out of this. I am going to have to face Edward. It has taken me five months to try and move on, and here I am, still very much in love with my best friend.

All of the walls that I have built up were going to come crashing down with just one look. Hell, all I did was look at him for less than ten second in my apartment building and the foundations already began to weaken. I'll be even more fucked when he pulls the Esme and Carlisle card, I think to myself,. I push myself back to the headboard of the bed and pull my legs to my chest, pulling my sleeves down over my hands, crossing my arms across the tops of my knees, I bury my head. How the hell am I going to face the only mother and father I have ever really known? God, they are going to hate me. I hate myself.

"You're up." I hear a velvety voice say.

I look up to a very sexy Edward wearing only a towel. A fucking towel! And wearing it very low on his hips. Holy hell! I know I am staring, and I am pretty sure that I am drooling at this point, but I can't seem to take my eyes off of him. Five months with out seeing that amazingly, perfect body, is a long time. I shake my head, attempting to pull myself from my Edward induced trance, "Yea. I guess I was tired."

"Well, running a mini marathon through the dangerous streets and alleys of New Orleans will do that to you." He says with a slight laugh, as he digs in a shopping bag, pulling out a pair of pajama pants.

"Um...yeah. I suppose it does." I say watching him pull on this pants, then pull his towel off.

"I knew you were in shape, but...damn! I didn't realize how out of shape I was. That run damn near killed me, and the guys too! Maybe I should have you train them." He says, taking his towel and rubbing it over his hair.

I can't help the giggle that escapes me, as I rest my head on top of my knees.

"God, I've missed that sound." He says making his way to the bed, sitting down on the end as he reaches it, never taking his eyes off of me.

I let out a sigh, and look up at him through my eye lashes. "How did you find me?"

"I could lie and tell you that it was though a shit ton of searching and using endless favors and contacts, and exhausting all of my smarts, but in all truth, it was Erik and Angela." he says with a smile on his face, shaking his head.

"Erik and Angela?" I say, raising my head from my knees, shocked.

"Yeah, apparently they were on a small weekend getaway to recharge and relax. They were at Zafrina's last night and they spotted you. They left, and called me right away so that you wouldn't see them."

I sit there, utterly in shock. "I thought I covered all of my tracks. I never even considered Erik walking into a burlesque club in New Orleans would be what found me." I sigh, running my hand through my hair.

"I guess I never realized how much you payed attention to dad and I."

"I picked up a few things over the years." I reply, with a smirk.

"The dance supplier address," He raises his eye brow at me, "had us running in circles for a while." He said, inching his way closer to me on the bed.

"I got it from the club. One of the other dancers was heading home to Texas to visit her family, so she put it in the mail when she got there ,so it wasn't post marked from here." I said. He just sat and looked at me. He reaches out and grabs my hand, I let him take it. And there it was...that static spark that ignited my skin every time he touched me. God, I have missed that for the past five months.

"God, I've missed that feeling...that spark, when I touch you." He says, as he traces his thumbs over my knuckles, like he is reading my mind. I smile, and tighten the hold I have on his hand, as I lay my head back down on my knees.

After a few minutes, Edward breaks the silence, "Why did you leave Bella? Why didn't you give me a chance to find out if it was even true?"

I let out a deep sigh. "After Erik burst his way into my apartment, and a whole lot of tequila, I told him what happened. Angela offered to ask a few of her friends who were OB nurses. When one found your name in the system, Angela asked if they would do her the favor and tell her the test results. Ethical, no, but...yea. No excuse there." I sigh. "When she told me that it was 99.9 percent positive that you were a match for the baby's father, I left. The letter pretty much explained everything else." I say, looking down at the bed.

"She faked the test results." He says, and my heart sink, and I felt my breath hitch in my throat. "W...wh...what?"

"She paid the doctor off at the OB office. A few days later, when mom came over and slapped me in the face after getting your letter in the mail," he said, with a small laugh under his breath; I just cringed, "I felt like something was off, so dad set up another test with one of our doctors and it was all done in front me and our lawyers. A few days later, in dad's office she confessed after mom got to her. She didn't know who the father was, but she knew that if I thought it was my baby, I would do everything I could to take care of her and the baby."

Holy fucking shit! I am now running my free hand through my hair, pulling at it. I look up at him, "Did Esme kill her?"

"Somehow dad got a hold on her before she could reach Tanya."

For the first time in our lives, there is uncomfortable silence between us. That has never happened. I don't know what to say to him. I fucked up so badly here. Will he forgive me? Will he take me back as his girlfriend? Fuck, will he even take me back as his friend? Will he ever trust me again?

"Fuck! Say something Bella! You have to tell me what you're thinking! Don't fucking shut me out again! It's been five fucking months of pure hell! Not knowing where you were. What you were doing. Who you were with. What you were thinking. Fuck! If you were fucking safe." He lets go of my hand and is now pacing angrily at the foot of the bed. "That was the fucking worst. Not knowing if you were safe, and not fucking knowing where you were so that I could keep you safe. Damn it Bella! All the of families know how important you are to me, how important you are to dad! They know that we are together now, an...an...an..and you ran away. FUCK! They could have so easily picked you up."

He is breathing heavily now, just staring at me with dark, angry eyes. I can't even make myself speak. I can't believe I hurt him so much. "SAY SOMETHING BELLA! FOR FUCK SAKE! SAY ANYTHING!"

Holy shit! He has never yelled at me before. "I..I...I don't know who to hate more. Tanya or...me." I say. I am stuck in the position on the bed. Then the tears come, and I can't stop them, and as suddenly as the tears come, so do the sobs.

"Oh fuck...don't...shit! I didn't mean to yell." He says, as he comes and climbs onto the bed, pulling me into his arms. Damn it! These arms...I have missed these arms. Strong and soft at the same time. "Don't cry baby. Please...don't cry." But, I can't stop. So he just holds me, and I cry. I mean, break down, snotty, messy, ugly cry.

After about ten minutes, I have calmed down. We are now sitting here, me in Edwards lap, clinging to him, desperate to hold onto him, fearing that he is never going to let me back into his heart again. I feel him rubbing circles on my back. "Please...Bella...you have to tell me what is going on in the mind of yours. I hate being locked out of what you are thinking." I hear Edward whisper.

Wiping away my tears, and breathing out I say, "I guess, I'm wondering how it is possible that I remembered everything that I watched you and Carlisle do over the years. Make sure no one sees me. Make sure no one could track me. Only take what I needed with me. No credit cards. Keep my name off the grid. But, I forgot the most important rule that Carlisle ever taught me...trust the family. No matter what, only trust the family." I say crawling off his lap, walking over to the bathroom and grabbing a box of tissues. As I walk back into the room, Edward is still in the same position he was when I left him, rubbing his hands over his face. God he looks tired.

I am warm now, so I strip out of my hoodie, laying it on top of Edwards jacket. After blowing my nose one more time, I look at him and say, "I am so angry at myself for not thinking that she could possibly fake the test results. I mean, your...you! I should have seen that she would want to try and trap you. I just...I...I never pegged her for doing this. She was always nice to me, nice to us."

I cross to the couch and sit down, pulling my legs up under me. I look up at him, and he is just staring at me, waiting for me to say something else. So, I just let everything that I have been thinking and feeling since the charity ball just come out. "It all hit me hard that night, in that room, that you have a past. I seen you with other women before we went out, but hearing Tanya and...and seeing her...it all hit home, it hit here," I say clenching my heart, "that you slept with most of those women that I seen you with."

I see him make a move to walk over to me, "No, just...I am not judging you Edward. I assumed that once we were together that whatever you had in the past, was just that, the past. I had no intention of holding it over your head, because in the end, you chose to give me your heart." I say, taking in a deep breath, because everything I have just said, came out in one long breath.

"It killed me knowing that...that, in that moment, in that room, she was having your baby." I whispered. Looking up through my tears that are now falling down in buckets over my face, I see Edward kneeling in front of me. "All I kept thinking was that...I should be the one having your baby. I wanted to give you your first child." I am now sobbing the words out of my mouth. "I wanted to be your wife, giving you the Cullenza heir. And in that moment, in that room, I knew that that would never happen. Because Tanya was carrying your first child. And I was mad at you, because...fuck...because it should have been me, not fucking Tanya!" I sob, as Edward grabs me and pulls me to his arms.

"Tesoro. Non piangere. Per favore, adesso è finita. Sei tu e mi ami, solo io e te da ora in poi." [Sweetheart. Don't cry. Please, it's over now. It's you and me love, only you and me from now on.] He says to me, as he picks me up and carried me to the bed. He lays us down, so that we are face to face.

I bury my head in his chest. His smell, his mix of woodsiness and honey envelope me, and for the first time in five months...I am home. I feel his nose in my hair. I have no idea how long we lay there, me breathing him into me, him holding me and breathing me in.

"Do you hate me?" I whisper to him.

I feel him laugh underneath me, "Bella. I left a man in a warehouse tied to a chair, flew from New York to New Orleans at three in the morning, forced Jasper, Emmett, Sam, Jacob, and Felix to come with me, sat through a burlesque show, broke into your apartment, and chased you down the streets and alleys of New Orleans...how the hell could you think I would hate you?"

I sat there stunned, I didn't know what to say. "You left a man tied to chair in the warehouse? Did you call someone to take care of him?"

He burst out laughing! I mean, laughing so hard the bed was shaking, I think he actually had tears in his eyes he was laughing so hard. "Out of all of that, you are concerned about the man tied to the chair!" He laughed again, pulling my head to his and kissing my forehead, "God, I fucking missed you so much Bella."

"Edward," I say, pulling back to look him in his eyes, "I have missed you every day for five months. Please, please, please...can you forgive me? Can we..can you give m..."

I start to say, but he cuts me off when his lips crash into mine. His hand wraps around my neck and pulls me closer to him. My hands find their way into his hair, and I begin pulling, and twisting my fingers in his hair. There is nothing soft about our kiss. It is searing, and passionate, almost painful the way we both are trying to claim each other. His tongue doesn't ask for permission, he just pushes his way into my mouth, and our tongues fight for dominance. Finally with a bite on my bottom lip from Edward, I moan and I concede the fight, and let him win.

As we pull apart for air, he rests his forehead against mine. We are both panting for air, "Non posso vivere un altro giorno senza di te, si prega di venire a casa mia cara." [I can't live another day without you, please come home my darling.]

"Yes." I breath out to him, and instantly his mouth is on mine again. He rolls us over so that he is hovering over top of me. His hand ghosting over my sides, making his way down to my hip, down to my knee. He quickly hikes my knee around his hip, and grinds into me. "Oh God!"

"Five fucking months Bella! It's been too fucking long!" I shutter at his words, running my hands up and down his bare chest, making him shiver under my touch. "Too many cloths Bella!" He tells me, and sits me up just enough to pull my shirt up over my head. He gasps when he sees that I am not wearing a bra. "No bra?" He smirks at me.

"I was too hot and sweaty after the show to put one on." I say, as his palms find their way to my breast, and begin massaging them, running his thumbs over my painfully hard nipples. I moan as his fingers join his thumbs, pinching, pulling, rubbing, "Fuck me!" I gasp out.

"I plan on it!" He says, as he roughly pulls my pants down. He takes his hand and rubs it over my panty covered pussy. "Fuck, you are so wet already." He says, and suddenly he rips my panties off, shredding them in the process.

"I want to savor you, to love, but fuck Bella..." he says, running his fingers down my slit, rubbing my clit with his thumb, causing me to release a throaty moan "...but it has been too fucking long, I need to be inside of you." He pulls his hand away, making me whimper over the loss, to pull his pants down. Kicking them off he pulls me back up to him, so that I am straddling his lap as he kneels. He lines my opening up with is cock and pulls me down onto him.

"Aaahh! I cry out, as his cock impales me. It has been five months of not having his huge cock in me, and I have to steady myself on his shoulders to keep still, so that I can adjust to his girth and length.

"Oh Dio, questa è casa. Tu, tu sei la mia casa di Bella." [Oh God, this is home. You, you are my home Bella.] He says, while he takes my hand from his shoulder and placing it over his heart, and then taking his hand and putting it over my heart. "I nostri cuori sono uno, sono sempre stati, e lo saranno sempre." [Our hearts are one, they always have been, and they always will be.] He says, before thrusting up into me. I follow his lead and begin moving to meet his thrusts.

He tangles his hand in my hair and pulls me to him to kiss me. Our tongues thrusting at each other in rhythm to our thrusts below. My hands, again, find his hair and I run my fingers through it. Giving it a tug here and there, earning moans that I capture with my mouths as we continue our kiss.

I pull back to breath, and his lips kiss their way down my throat, to my chest, landing at my breasts. He takes one in his mouth, kissing, licking, and biting my nipples, and that sets me off. "Edward! I'm...I'm gonna cum."

"Fuck yes! Cum Bella! Cum on me!" Edward yells. As I cum hard, clenching his cock with my walls. "Oh fuck Bella! I fucking love you!" Edward yells as he cums too. We loose our rhythm, thrusting erraticly as we ride out our climax.

As we finally come down, I look in his eyes, and I gasp as I see tears. "Don't leave me again Bella. I don't think I could survive it." He says, as the tears run down his face.

"No, I promise. I won't. I don't think I would survive it either." I reply, with my own tears running down my face. Our lip meet again, this time with soft and gently kisses, full of passion and love.

After a few minutes of kissing and touching, I realize that we need to clean up. "Edward, as much as I don't want to move, things are getting...sticky. I need to take a shower." Then it hits me, "Damn, I didn't shower after the show, ew!" I say, climbing off of him, making my way to the bathroom.

"Like I give a fuck! You could have been rolling in dirt all day long, and I still would want to be as close to you as I could physically be." He says grabbing me from behind, kissing down my neck to my shoulders.

"I never said I was showering alone." I simply state. He spins me around and take a hold of my ass, lifting me up as I wrap my legs around his waist, and he walks us to the bathroom.

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